Deep in the forest, deep in the middle of the night, in a small wooden house.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, a white-haired old man was gulping down hard liquor, but his eyes were clear. He was only using the liquor to warm his body.
His hair looked messy, but his clothes were neat and tidy, as if they had just been ironed by a servant.
But he was in a remote place, so where did the servant come from?
Speaking of which, he was Theolesi Kalendor, who was 120 years old this year.
In the past, he was an ordinary Black Wizard. In this forest, he was just an ordinary forester.
For nearly 20 years, he had been living in seclusion in this forest. He didn't ask for anything else, just to live a peaceful life.
Ever since he was driven out of the Dark Forest, he changed his residence here. Although Muggle would often come here to cause trouble, who would care about a pitiful old man guarding the forest?
Even the Ministry of Magic didn't know that he was here. They probably thought that he had died at the hands of a White Wizard when Voldemort started the war. But who knew that he didn't join those Black Wizards at all?
When that little guy Voldemort started the war in the Dark Forest, he had already left the Dark Forest. No one thought of him at all.
Speaking of which, it wasn't that no one wanted to come here to snatch this place, but — Theolesi looked at the skull cup beside him — they all died here.
Wasn't it too much to snatch this place from an old Black Wizard?
So, dying here was their retribution.
Theolesi drank a mouthful of wine. He had to start making the life-prolonging potion again. When the last ingredient matured in two days, he would have to start making it.
He glanced at the Inferno Fruit stored in the sealed glass cabinet, but in his mind, he was thinking about whether he should come up with a new formula.
Using the same potion too many times would also cause resistance, and the effect would become weaker and weaker. Moreover, he had recently noticed that there seemed to be a little Wizard wandering around, as if looking for something.
He guessed that it was here to look for herbs or something else. However, he paid attention and sensed that the little guy had never come close to this side, only wandering around the edge.
Of course, two days ago, he had also noticed that someone had approached. He guessed that the person had secretly sneaked in while he was patrolling the area. He probably realized that this was the residence of a Wizard, so he didn't act rashly.
Otherwise, he would already have one more item in his collection.
…
Jon didn't know that his tracks had been discovered. Of course, he didn't care if he was discovered or not.
After preparing for so many days in advance, if he still couldn't find a way to escape from this old man, then he would have learned from Helga for so long in vain.
For example, it wasn't like he didn't do anything when he approached the old Wizard's cabin.
Although he didn't take anything out, he sent something in.
How could people not get sick when they eat grains?
"Why do I feel so tired today?"
Theodore put down the empty wine glass in his hand and didn't feel too strange.
Because every time this happened, he would be much weaker, and the effect of the life-prolonging potion would weaken a lot at this time. Although the increased lifespan wouldn't decrease, the person's condition would become much weaker.
He was about to stand up and lock the door, but as soon as he stood up, he suddenly became confused.
Someone was using the Soul Seizing Spell on him, but …
"You're still too inexperienced to play this in front of me."
He waved the magic wand in his right hand, and the door of the cabin suddenly opened.
Jon, shrouded in a black robe, happened to be standing at the door, but before Theodore could wave the magic wand, Jon had already made the first move.
"Sit down."
Under the black robe, Jon said in a hoarse voice.
Hearing this, for some reason, Theodore's eyes suddenly blurred, then his legs went soft, and he collapsed on the chair.
"Very good, this is the basis of a conversation. Mister, let's open our hearts and talk."
Just when Theodore was surprised, Jon walked in briskly. Ravenclaw's glasses helped him avoid all the possible unexpected magical waves, and he came in front of Theodore and waved the magic wand.
Jon didn't really use any spell, he used the most traditional method, drugging.
It was like how no matter how strong one's martial arts were, they would still be afraid of a kitchen knife. No matter how strong a Wizard was, he would still fall under the highly purified drug.
This small amount of drug that was added to the wine took Jon five to six days to purify, and it was thanks to his good memory and the previous training in herbology that Helga had given him.
How could the descendant of Hufflepuff not be good at herbology?
Fortunately, Jon wasn't really bad at learning, his experience in the laboratory was still vivid in his mind, and after a few tries, he was able to get the feel of it back.
But Theodore wasn't a lamb to be slaughtered by Jon, and after a few words of rest, Jon's drug was mostly neutralized.
But Jon's dosage was ten percent, and the alcohol strengthened the drug's power. The reason why he didn't die after using such a lethal dose was that the magic accumulated in his body over the years protected his heart and veins, and didn't let the excessive drug affect his gradually decaying organs.
Of course, it was also because Jon didn't want to trigger the defensive magic on his clothes.
Theodore opened his eyes with difficulty, but he could only see the back of the person who came, and his heart was full of anger.
Under the flickering light of the oil lamp, the man shrouded in a black robe stood in front of the preservation cabinet, picking the better quality of the flame fruits.
Behind him, the silver pattern of a giant tree was clearly visible.
He stared at the back and was about to curse, but he heard the man's voice again.
"Sir, if I were you, I wouldn't be angry at this time. You have just been poisoned by my drug, and if you get angry now, it will only make the drug more effective."
Jon deliberately made his voice so hoarse. Under the guidance of Lohat, a hoarse and magnetic voice was good for hypnosis, and with the "special effect" of the Hufflepuff family emblem on his back, under the flickering light, the effect was the same.
Facts proved that the effect was significant.
In Theodore's world, sound seemed to be far away, and with the appearance of the man in black, he seemed to be banished into a vacuum without magic.
At the same time, Jon finally finished putting the flame fruits and turned around.
"It seems that you are still awake, how about we play a game?"
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